I have a little friend
Who sits upon a box.
She not the working type
Like a donkey or an ox.
She’s of the lazy sort—
With an air of majesty.
So sweet and soft and kind,
That’s why she is Kitty.
originally written Fall 1996
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Several years ago, one of my friends gave me a set of three purple journals for my birthday: a large square one, a smaller rectangle one, and a tiny one almost fushia in color. He said he was hoping one of the journals could be for poetry. Taking his advice to heart, I started filling in the tiny fushia book. I call it my seedling poetry project; in it lay different poetry germs, ideas I've had that haven't fully materialized. This blog is my hope of the project's fulfillment.
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